Chapter 10 #2
His cock pulsed against the zipper of his jeans with a renewed vigor that was close to painful. Not wanting to leave his place between his Mate’s thighs, but needing to feel her skin against his, Ruairí did the only thing his lust-soaked brain could think of.
In one fluid motion, he jumped to his feet, ripped the borrowed T-shirt over his head, and threw it across the room. Reaching for the buckle of his belt, he stopped short as Tamsyn pushed his hands away.
Eyes flying to hers, he growled, “What are you doing?”
Chuckling at his impatience, she winked, “It’s my turn, my big, strong Dragon.”
Surprised at how quickly she moved, even knowing how potent her Magic was, it was the look of mischief in her eyes, combined with the gorgeously sly grin on her lips, that had Ruairí vowing to do absolutely anything and everything his little Bobcat Queen wanted.
He was lost to her sweet seduction and never wanted to be found.
All thoughts of anything but being buried deep inside the woman made for him by the Universe flew from his mind like ashes in the wind.
Unbuckling and unzipping his pants, Tamsyn held his eyes hostage with her magnetically russet gaze. She pressed her body to his. The electrical sensation of their connection sent goosebumps dancing across the Guardsman’s body.
Her hardened nipples brushed against the taut muscles of his chest, and his mouth watered with the need to taste his Mate all over again. With her thighs pressing against his, she moved their bodies until the bed bumped the back of his knees.
His pants slid down his legs, pooling on top of his boots, and all he could think of was ripping the fabric from his body.
Starting to bend over to do just that, needing to be naked, to feel every part of Tamsyn against every part of himself, Ruairí was again stopped by his Mate’s elegant hands, only this time they were on his shoulders.
Slowly shaking her head, the Bobcat Queen gently pushed her hands against his chest until the Dragon relented and sat on the side of the bed.
Lost in the vision of watching his Mate’s nude form, Tamsyn drove the breath from his lungs as she dropped to her knees, placed her hands high on his thighs, and demurely glanced up through her impossibly long, dark eyelashes.
His heart skipped a beat. There didn’t seem to be enough air in the room- in the whole world.
He’d never seen anything more beautiful, more alluring, more enticing in his entire life. Tamsyn was sheer perfection. She was all his, and he needed to claim her to be sure the world knew who she belonged to and, more importantly, who belonged to her.
Needing to be inside her more than he needed his next breath, Ruairí gently laid his hands on her shoulders and tried to pull her onto his lap, boots and jeans be damned.
But Tamsyn wasn’t having it. She once again shook her head, denying him the pleasure he so desperately needed but promising him with her sexy gaze so much more if he would only be patient.
Lifting one foot, then the other, she removed his shoes, socks, and then his pants.
She ran her nails, painted the same hue of merlot as her toes, up his shins and across his thighs, stopping mere inches from his straining cock.
Then, as if he wasn’t about to take flight without Dormann’s wings, his mischievous Mate drew figure eights up and down his thighs.
The friction of her touch against the smattering of short, dark hair caused a tickling sensation that made it difficult for him to breathe.
With her mind completely open to him, Tamsyn let him feel, as well as hear, that his pleasure was her only focus. The want and need to please him, as he had pleased her, and to mark him as hers were just as overwhelming for her as they were for him.
Coherent thought became impossible when her lips closed around the tip of his erection.
The air fled his lungs as she sucked as much of his considerable length into her mouth as would fit.
Lost to their combined thoughts, Ruairí once again missed Tamsyn’s movement.
With slow precision that threatened his hard-fought patience, she worked him in and out of her mouth, her tongue massaging the pulsing vein that ran from base to tip.
His head fell back as his body shook with the sheer power it took to restrain himself from lifting her off the floor, throwing her on the bed, and burying himself deep inside her. The pleasure she gave him pushed at the very sanity of both man and Dragon King.
“You are killing me, mo gràidh,” he sent directly into her mind.
Her answering chuckle was maddening and incredibly sexy. “Oh, I think you’ll be just fine. After all, Dragons are the mightiest in the land, are they not?”
Any response he could’ve thought of was driven from his mind as she pulled her head back until only the very tip of his cock lay between her luscious lips and teased the slit at his tip with her tongue until the muscles in his thighs shook and the breath seized in his lungs.
Continuing her exploration, Tamsyn licked around the ridge while her hands cupped his balls, tenderly massaging while driving him completely out of his mind.
The nails of her free hand scratched the tense muscles of his ass, adding a whole new dimension to the web of love and seduction she wove.
In one swift motion, Tamsyn sucked him deep into her mouth until the tip of his erection touched the back of her throat.
She hollowed her cheeks and swallowed over and over while her hands matched the rhythm at the base of his shaft.
No longer able to stay upright, Ruairí fell back onto the bed.
Pushing halfway upright as his balls drew tight against his body right before he released into her mouth, and his shout of pure bliss echoed throughout the whole house.
Returning from the bliss of the best orgasm of his life, Tamsyn’s thoughts of undying love filled not only their Mating Bond but also his soul while she continued to work him across her sweet lips.
Needing to feel her skin against his in the worst way, Ruairí pulled his once again hardening erection from her mouth and slid his hands under her arms.
But Tamsyn had other, more sensual ideas.
Gently pushing him onto his back, she climbed over his body with a look of unbridled desire burning in the depths of her expressive, deep brown eyes.
The hypnotic sway of her breasts as they swung side to side, leading her hips in a captivatingly seductive dance, made the Guardsman cross-eyed with desire.
The closer she got, the evident her desire became.
The inside of her thighs glistened, and the accompanying scent of honey and Tamsyn made his mouth water with the need to once again bathe in all that she was.
But he couldn’t.
Tamsyn’s palms were on his chest, sensually massaging the taut, shaking muscles. The look of pure lust and unmatched love in her eyes stilled his movements.
Tamsyn licked her lips, her tongue wetting a trail across the bottom and then the top.
Unable to look anywhere but at her mouth, Ruairí moaned in utter ecstasy as she straddled his waist, his straining cock fitting perfectly between the cheeks of her beautiful ass.
With her eyes locked on his, his Bobcat Queen rocked her hips back and forth, lifting ever so slightly to make sure to drag his erection through her juices.
The Guardsman growled low in his throat as Tamsyn lifted onto her knees, gripped his cock in her fist, and positioned him at her opening.
Slowly seating him within her throbbing body, the couple sighed in unison as her walls quickly adjusted to his girth, fitting around him like a glove.
Never had two people fit together more perfectly.
Ruairí could feel how important it was to Tamsyn to control their first coupling, so he pulled upon his years of training and hard-fought control to resist the urge to move.
Her feminine walls contracted more frequently and with more pressure until he was sure he would embarrass himself like an inexperienced teenager.
“If I were to die now, buried deep within you, loving you more than all the stars in the sky, I would go to the Heavens a happy man, mo gràidh,” he panted.
“I can think of no better way to go, my love,” Tamsyn agreed, thankfully as breathless as he was.
Finally, right before the Guardsman thought he would lose consciousness, Tamsyn lifted, tightening around him as she raised so high he feared falling from her tight, warm body just before descending and rolling her hips as she touched down.
The fantastic rhythm she started… rising and falling…
tightening and rolling… drove Ruairí and his Dragon King to the brink of insanity.
Cupping her breasts, he felt the pebble of her hardened nipple against his palm as he tenderly squeezed and released her silky skin. The sight of his Bobcat Queen riding him with such wild abandon, the Dragon King, with whom he shared his soul, roared and took control.
Grabbing Tamsyn’s waist, Ruairí rolled them over until his Bobcat Queen’s beautiful brown eyes were gazing up at him. Her legs automatically tightened around his waist, and her hands grabbed his shoulders as both man and Dragon King began thrusting into her with a barely contained frenzy.
Ruairi’s control was completely shattered as she met him thrust for thrust. The sounds of their heated flesh slapping together, combined with their breathless moans and squeals of pleasure, filled the room. The faster they moved, the louder Tamsyn wailed.
Her hands slipped from his shoulders. He felt the blissful bite of her nails as they slid down his back. Dorman roared, and Ruairí arched his back, thrilled to have driven his Mate to such heights of pleasure.
Her pussy tightened as his erection swelled. His balls grew tight all over again. They were both careening towards another earth-shattering climax.
Unable to wait any longer than he absolutely had to, Ruairí reached between their bodies and rubbed the pad of his thumb against her clit.
Tamsyn’s nails dug deeper into his back. Her back bowed until only the weight of his body against hers kept her from flying from the bed. Their frantic pace quickened as he slammed into her, bumping her cervix on every thrust.
“Look at me, Tamsyn. Look at the man made for you by the Universe, the one who will love you forever and always,” Ruairí sent directly into her mind as he lightly pinched her swollen nub between his thumb and forefinger.
His Mate’s eyes snapped to his, and together they came.
Her body held him tight, milking him of every last drop as her juices flowed freely.
Slowly, reluctantly, Tamsyn began to relax while Ruairí moved slowly in and out of her, wringing the last of her orgasm from deep within.
He smiled as she shivered from the feel of his erection rubbing against her sensitive walls.
Her eyes began to clear, a satisfied sparkle replacing the clouds of euphoria.
Ruairí’s heart clenched in his chest, and King Dorman literally purred when she stretched beneath him, the lazy grin of contentment gracing her kiss-swollen lips.
Unwilling to separate from his beautiful Bobcat Queen, the Guardsman rolled to his side, taking Tamsyn with him until their heads rested comfortably on the pillows at the head of the bed.
It wasn’t long before Tamsyn cuddled against his chest. Her fingers lazily drew interconnecting shapes on his chest. She hummed a tune that made the light of his heart and soul shine brighter.
Before he could ask the name of the song, he started to sing, “I found a dream that I could speak to. A dream that I can call my own. I found a thrill to press my cheek to. A thrill that I've never known, oh, yeah, yeah.”
Using their Mating Bond, Ruairí saw the lyrics appearing in her mind a split second before she sang them.
Pulling her completely onto his chest, he looked into her eyes, floating on the love and contentment he saw there, and couldn’t help but join in, “You smiled. You smiled. Oh, then the spell was cast. And here we are in Heaven. For you are mine at last.”
Continuing when Tamsyn was overcome with the joy and adoration she felt coming from him, the Guardsman repeated., “Oh, yeah, we are in Heaven. For you are mine and I am yours.”
As tears fell down her cheeks, he could feel they were an expression of happiness, but he had to make sure. “Please tell me those are tears of joy, Mo gràidh.”
“Oh, yes, Mr. O’Clery, they are most certainly tears of joy and happiness. For just like the song said, you are mine and I am yours.” Sliding up his body until her lips touched his, she added, “Forever and ever amen, and then some,” in her sexy Southern accent.
And as he kissed her with everything that he was and all his hopes for their future, Ruairí breathed, “Oh, yes, Mrs. O’Clery, Mo stóirín forever and ever, amen, and then some.”
Until we meet again…
Remember, storms will come and storms will go,
but it’s the Storm you can dance with who changes
everything in all the best ways.
XOXO, Tamsyn